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[replicantdeviancy]

Okay but cups his face & kisses his brow. If ok.

▌ ▲▐ ─────                    Pseudo-breath left him through gently parted lips, the ghost of Hanks name falling from them with a resonant trembling, one which centered deep in his core. Warm doe eyes rose to watch halfway obscured by silver and bulk as heated, slightly dry lips descended upon his brow. The soft scent of musk played upon his senses as Hanks breath kissed his lashes and for a tender moment his eyes slipped closed and he savored these precious sensations. The closeness, the faint scratchy tickle of Hank’s beard. Deftly, slender hands came to rest against the man’s chest, fingers fisting the fabric of his wildly patterned shirt.

                   When those lips left his cool synth-skin Connor couldn’t help but bow his head just slightly. It was clear to see why, as his lightly freckled face was colored a deep and pretty blue. A faint, rather dorky little smile played upon the androids lips, eyes half obscured by thick lashes. There was a fondness in their depths, darkened by shadow and emotion both. And when Connor tipped his head upwards and cast those eyes on the man before him there was nothing but adoration there. His head tilted gently to the side, just enough to nuzzle a tinted cheek into Hank’s thick palm.

                   The action alone spoke volumes without Connor ever needing to say a word.

                                                               Yours.

                                                                                         I am yours.

[29874198]

The shovel was a ground-breaking invention.

    ↳ @fckpasswords ;;

“Did you know that shovels were made during the Neolithic and Early Bronze Age, about 5,000 years ago, in Britain?”

[turingtestee]

Gently places a sombrero on her head

—— a grin spreads on her face and she claps her hands gleefully. “thank you so much, hank! this is the best day ever!”

[whiskeyedlullaby]

fckpasswords replied to your post ““hank anderson is a dweeb in a grumpy shell.” frank. frank be nice to...”

excuse

“you heard me.”

[ihavenoside]

Sets down url if i cans

Send a URL and I’ll answer the following: @fckpasswords||Accepting|| (You always cans)

Do I Follow Them?: Yes and every other blog you make.

Why Did I Follow Them?: Because you’re amazing at your portrays, whether we interact or not.

Do We Role Play?: Yes and I’m always happy when we do. 

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Yes but I know your busy and I’m patient.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: 

A Song For Our Muses: Skip.

Do I Ship Our Muses?: I like to stay away from romantic ships in general only because I’m not comfortable writing them but friendships, enemy ships or anything in between I can do any day. ((yes C&P lol)) (I might as well keep saying this even though I’ll likely lose followers and people won’t follow me lol. Though I really appreciate those that want to interact despite this. Romantic ships are fun but I can’t do it.)

What I Think About The Mun: God, we go way back and I’m glad we’ve managed to still be friends even if we go years without talking lol.

Overall Opinion: Overall will recommend but I don’t want to overwhelm you :p

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (6 because dash only but 12/10 because content and I know if you make him a homepage it will be 10/10)

[blxdrnr]

║┊@fckpasswords } : 

                      ♞ —  Up ahead, a few miles away, we see the ruins of a city skyline, lying under a cloud of irradiated dust. Ten years ago, in its hay day, this was a thriving bustling place, full of industry and capitalism. A city that was once at the height of human ingenuity... Now reduced to dust by a dirty bomb.

“Radiation analysis.” K peers at the dashboard monitor to get a reading.

dev_class { validate } :            identify_radiation levels            RESULT = 10.0049 Sv [ DANGEROUS ]

He flies the Spinner at a relatively low altitude once he nears the air space, flying past abandoned elevated highways, tall sky scrapers, and a signage that says “Welcome to Detroit: Android City”. Years of decay and neglect have scoured away the luster and color of the buildings. One crumbled mega structure showed evidence of a bomb blast. There’s a thick coat of dust everywhere, making equals of everything, muting the gigantic Fist of Joe Luis and the once iconic Spirit of Detroit.

The monitor on his dashboard detects a single sign of life a few kilometers away. K parks his Spinner on a hill and decides to continue his search on foot...

The abandoned suburban streets were even more eerie. No cars, no people, no androids. You could almost hear a pin drop. He slowly makes his way down the road, walking on cracked and uneven asphalt, only pausing when his shoe steps on something malleable. He looks down at his feet and three bland faces, covered in the same dust, stare back at him -- all inhuman -- with the words typed in big bold letters:                                                         ‘ GET YOURS TODAY!                                                         C  Y  B  E  R  L  I  F  E ’

And then... he hears something in the wind.

Music.

K raises his eyes toward the source of the sound and strains to listen. The faintest sound of... a saxophone. 

With careful steps he walks further down the street to where the feint music was coming from, and it leads him to a humble one story bungalow. The yard is overgrown, unkempt from years of neglect and mutation from radiation. But compared to its neighbors this was the only house with a light on. K makes his way down the concrete path towards the front door.

It’s unlocked.

He pushes gently and the door swings open with a loud creak. He’s surprised to find that the living room looks... lived in. There’s a lumpy pillow and woolen blanket left on the couch as if someone had slept there all night and had just woken up, but there were no signs of anyone in the area.

And then he sees it. The record player by the wall. 

K carefully walks over to it. Rhapsody in Blue plays on and reaches a crescendo. He takes the needle out and the player scratches to a grinding halt --- unaware of a gun being cocked in the shadows behind him...

[negotiatortm]

@fckpasswords  / one liner sc.

       “ i don’t believe i follow, lieutenant. “ confused android is confused.

[hisapcstle-a]

@fckpasswords liked for a one-liner. 

“Ah. So you’re the cop who got paired up with a ‘droid. Talk of the town.”

[replicantdeviancy]

👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽 makes my own meme

                                                            Send me a 👍🏼 if you enjoy my muse.

I’ll accept this because Nate is a fucking god among muns...Ya damn DEVIANT.

[diamondheels]

fckpasswords replied to your post: we can all appreciate the fact that emma at one...

wait like forreal?

ah yes, lemme educate you on the stepford cuckoos, aka the five-in-one that later became the three-in-one who bear a striking resemblance to emma and were the back up telepaths of the x-men whenever emma was out of commission. 

later revealed that they were in fact emma’s clone daughters made in a facility where there were other thousands of cuckoos. said facility and all the clones cept for the three-in-one were blown up so emma didn’t actually have to deal with raising a thousand daughters.

the three-in-one are some of my favs of the young mutants since they’re such a fun concept and gave off a p creepy children of the corn vibe when they were first introduced. they developed to be their own characters later on, some of them dying their own hair but for the longest time they were really interchangeable. emma and the cuckoos have a tense relationship where the cuckoos act all tsundere but they still stick by their mommy dearest anyway. 

[dvated-blog]

@fckpasswords

It was pouring with rain as Connor made his way out the car, surveying the area with squinted eyes. The case Hank and himself were on today wasn’t unusual since the revolution, it was actually common enough for Connor to feel unnerved about it.

Another android murder.

“Lieutenant? It’s just the house across the street.” He called out through the pouring rain, already heading out into it towards the house, holding an arm up to shield his face before crossing the police only lines, walking up to the front door of the house and pushing it open.

It didn’t look much like a crime scene to him, everything was in place, the usual evidence spotted around wasn’t there and Connor saw no traces of blue or human blood.

The door shut a few moments later and he made his way deeper into the house, glancing to the kitchen table where the body of the android was sat on a chair, head lent against the table- oozing blue blood. A gun was placed beside him, and Connor felt and unfamiliar feeling of sadness.

This could have easily have been Hank once upon a time.

[connorlikesdogsposts]

@fckpasswords​ (X)

Emotions were hard. It was so difficult to figure them out and deal with them. Even the good ones were sometimes confusing. Granted he hadn’t had feelings for long, only a little over a month, so maybe it be easier given time? Patience. Hank had said. Well, Connor wasn’t always the best with having patience, especially not when it came to trying to figure something out or learn something. So it was hard to have patience when it came to figuring out his emotions. But he supposed Hank was right. That was all he could do. “So do feelings and emotions just get easier with time? I just don’t know sometimes, it’s hard to figure out what I’m feeling or why.”

[peacefulapostle--a]

@fckpasswords  || ELENA STARTER CALL 

          “You  know,  old  man,  contrary  to  popular  belief  your  liver  isn’t  really  going  to  be  thanking  you  for  that  later.”  Elena  smiles  from  her  position  at  the  front  of  the  bar.  She’s  not  seen  Hank  in  quite  some  time  but   she  knew  exactly  where  to  find  him.  Her  hazel  eyes  observe  him  closely.  He  looks  tired  and  fed  up  with  life,  but  hopefully  she  can  help  cheer  him  up  somewhat  just  by  being  here.   It’s  been  a  few  years  at  least  since  they’ve  seen  each  other,  to  no  one’s  fault  but  her  own. 

[rocketbcss]

Technically, the man arrives as Giovanni had instructed: a suit and tie. It simply never occurred to him that anyone would have anything that abominable hanging in their closet. Hank Anderson steps out of that beat up car in an outfit nearly as worn and beat up, it’s a suit and there’s a tie, but Giovanni suspects the ensemble was in style when shoulder pads and sequined dresses were considered the height of fashion.

Needless to say, Giovanni isn’t impressed.

He’s more than tempted to cancel the dinner and take this poor bastard shopping instead, but reservations were made and he’s hungry and damn if he’ll let another man’s poor taste add to his misery.

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

@fckpasswords || starter

[ihavenoside]

what even happens inside a dishwasher

@fckpasswords

Connor has sent you a link.

[compatipulse]

sgaradh replied to your post: I feel bad because I always want to try and like...

the pain of being the type of person who’s very quiet but also never shuts up

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we are on the same wavelength

The Big Moods™